No doctor’s visit for us after all. Well, we went, and we met Wanda (one of Megan’s cohort – perhaps we’ll just call them all WAM. By all, I mean, I’ve seen almost ten different nurses so far in the halls of the practice) and she was lovely. She took care of the details like weight (losing) and blood pressure (fine) and reassured us that the Tamiflu probably hasn’t killed the baby. Though, come to think of it, she looked somewhat worried. Whether it was the Tamiflu or the part about us being in the office with recently departed flu, I don’t know.

WandaAM went off to send in the doctor and discovered that he’d been called to the hospital. We were disappointed, but you know, understanding because hi – with any luck – we’ll have that response in that sort of emergency. Ok, very disappointed, but nothing we can’t recover from. The two other docs in the office today couldn’t fit all of his patients in so we were out the door, with WandaAM reassuring us that she had cowed reception into giving us an appointment for Wednesday.

There’s a silver lining to this. We’ll be ten weeks when we see the new doctor and maybe they’ll listen for the heartbeat. Come on, there was flu. Isn’t that a good enough reason to try? Well, I’m grasping at straws here. Also, we’re scheduled to see a woman this time and turns out we both feel more comfortable with that proposition. And, we had a chance to be lovely and patient (because at 9 1/2 weeks we can afford to) while the other women rescheduling had a chance to be irate and unforgiving. Points with WAM, I’m sure. And we got to see WAMegan, and it was nice to both see a familiar face and be recognized.